Terra Martial God and Merit System

"You have to give me some time." Lin Yuxia massaged her temples, "I need to think about it carefully..."

"You are going to place a big bet in a casino abroad... betting on us to win..."

"We will win." Luo Chen crossed his arms, "You know this too."

"We were sure we would win, but others didn't think so." Lin Yuxia shook her head. "They all thought we were doomed."

"We can vote, and we win. But then what?"

"The organizers of those betting games will most likely run away after the war, right?"

"With those odds...tsk, they won't make any money. And we are overseas, we can't control them."

"That's why we have to borrow money." Luo Chen snapped his fingers, "Borrow money to place a bet. Whether the other party runs away or not, we will not be harmed."

"You are... truly a... genius." Lin Yuxia thought for a moment and felt that this was indeed possible.

It seems wild and unrealistic, but... it's really free.

"No." Lin Yuxia seemed to realize something. "This is damaging our own international reputation... those who borrowed money from us..."

"There will be no international in ten years." Luo Chen waved his hand and repeated what he had said before, "Do you remember what I said?"

"Besides, don't we still have the red gold from those merchants in Casimir?"

"Identify a few reputable handicaps and buy a few small bets in batches. This is also one way to do it."

"I was just about to report this." Lin Yuxia scratched her head, "I just received news yesterday that the Casimir Business Association said they encountered some difficulties..."

"The delivery of red gold may be a little late."

"These guys..." Luo Chen frowned slightly.

These businessmen from the Business Association are obviously not foolish fish that can be easily hooked. They are all shrewd foxes.

If the contract situation remains unchanged, the red gold may have been delivered.

But now Kosice's westward expedition is so huge in momentum and scale that it has made these ambitious Casimirs a little worried.

If Luo Chen loses, won’t their red gold be in vain?

On the contrary, what if you don’t give it?

If they don't give them the red gold, they can sit back and watch the fight. No matter what the battle is like, they still have a chance.

Even the best possibility is to take back the original territory during the war, and then show the secret contract to prove their legitimacy.

In the end, Luo Chen took on everything, and they were a great success.

In this way, you can get your own territory back for free without spending a penny.

Their plan might work on someone else.

But as luck would have it, they met Luo Chen.

Facing this group of businessmen, Luo Chen planned to pay a good visit to their warehouses after the war.

Since they didn't send it over, Luo Chen had to go and get it himself.

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Under Luo Chen's instruction, Lin Yuxia contacted Tallulah and started this freeloading plan.

The integration movement, which had already gradually expanded its influence beyond the borders, also began to move.

The first place where they carried out their mission was a huge melting pot of material desires.

Casimir, Grand Knight

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"Get this file ready tomorrow. According to my instructions."

"Understood?"

"understand……"

Mainna looked at the manager who staggered away and twirled the pen in her hand in annoyance.

The life of a corporate slave is a life dominated by everything.

If you do it too much, you will become numb.

Since Maina couldn't complete the task within working hours, she had to work overtime.

He worked until midnight.

With a long sigh of relief and closing the file, Maena went downstairs.

Office workers who work overtime until midnight and the low-quality instant coffee in the vending machine are a good match.

Maenna is ready to buy a cup.

In the middle of the night, the Great Knight Territory is still bustling with lights and partying, and it seems that this place will never sleep.

Walking through the streets filled with flashing neon lights and desire, Mayenna stopped in front of a grocery store.

Insert coin and choose.

A can of coffee rolled out.

He originally wanted to drink against the wall and leave, but his attention was attracted by the shop that was still noisy in the middle of the night.

Maena looked past the noisy crowd and towards the hanging display screen.

It was a typical "question and answer" program, with the host listening to a fat "expert" speaking nearby.

"The Terra Union is an organization that is very radical in its policies and actions. They give the infected people normal human identities and even give them jobs."

"You think that's wrong?"

“This is not my problem, this is everyone’s problem.”

"When so many infected people gather together, something bad will happen. Look at our slums here. Which riot was not related to the infected?"

"If you ask me... our Casimir policy is indeed good. At least we have tried our best to drive them out of the Great Knight Territory."

"Haha...haha..." Ma Enna sneered. He didn't look at the "experts" above and the host who had no ability to think and could only nod.

He turned and looked at the noisy crowd gathered inside.

"Anyone else want to place a bet? Come on, it's almost over!"

The greasy store manager shouted, "I now most recommend Kosice to take down the rebels in three days..."

Maenna squeezed into the crowd, "I want to place a bet."

"Okay, bro. How long do you want to bet on Kosice to win?"

"I buy Terra United."

"Well...what did you say?" The boss paused and asked in disbelief. "What do you want to buy?"

"Terra United," Maenna repeated his request.

"Terra United…how many months did you buy it to be defeated?"

"No, I'm betting on it to win." Manna started to take out money. "Ten bets, cash."

"What a fool..." One of the customers muttered in a low voice, but was poked by his companion before he could finish a few words.

Not only that, everyone glared at him.

How would they make money without "fools" like Manna?

The person who spoke realized that he had said the wrong thing, coughed a few times and shut up obediently.

"Ten bets on Terra United to win... Here's your receipt."

The boss said stiffly.

It was the first time he printed such a receipt, and although there were some twists and turns, he finally got it printed.

Maenna took the receipt, thanked him and left.

As soon as he went out, whispers started from inside.

"Is there anyone who really bets on Terra United to win..."

"This is also the first time I've encountered such a fool."

"He doesn't look like a rich man."

"Tsk, tsk, maybe he is fantasizing about making a lot of money with these ten bets? The odds he bought are really high."

"What do you think...would you like to try and buy one? If it works, one bet will cost a lot of money."

"Only a fool would buy it. Didn't you read the analysis in the newspaper? The Terra Union is bound to lose!"

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Maenna could hear people whispering behind her.

But he didn't care.

So why did he spend money on ten bets on Terra United to win?

The money for ten bets is actually not small at all. For Mainna, it is almost a month's salary for hard work.

And not just in one month, which meant more than a dozen verbal insults from the manager and several exhausting late nights.

But he did buy it.

why?

If you force Mainna to explain...he can't tell you why.

Perhaps the arrogant faces and words of the experts on TV aroused his inner dissatisfaction?

Or did Terra United's act of resistance to power remind him of his past self?

Maenna wanted them to win.

Or perhaps to put it more bluntly, he just wanted to see the shock and confusion of those in a high position.

This might make him feel better...

Mahenna didn't know which was the real answer. He felt a little tired, so he quickened his pace and went home.

He lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Maenna dreams of her past.

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News of the war's impact reached more than just the high-ranking figures.

This impending war has attracted the attention of many people, including many "lower-class people".

Although we are in a special public opinion environment, some people's ideas do not follow the mainstream.

There will always be smart people, and there are many people with sharp eyes.

They dissect what the experts say and listen to the negative news about this particular group.

This was the first time they heard of the organization "Terra United".

In this carnival of collective media slander, some people began to try to find out the truth.

The seeds of knowledge and curiosity have been planted.

All of this will grow at an unimaginable rate after the war.

Chapter 257: Kosice's Horror (asking for monthly ticket)

Koschei and Hamblin had a long talk all night, and the topic was naturally about the Terran Union's army.

Kosice got a lot of useful information from this recently famous general.

Of course, as the 'immortal black snake', he couldn't possibly believe everything the other party said.

Kosice's investigation target was not only the other party, but also other officers involved in border defense.